My wife Dana and I hadn’t made any special plans to celebrate our eighth wedding anniversary, other than going out for dinner and drinks.

What I didn’t know was that Dana had made her own special plans for us.

When we got home from dinner we had a couple of glasses of wine. Then Dana went into the bedroom and returned a couple of minutes later in only a nightshirt. She was holding a pillow in front of her, which she placed on one end of the sofa. She sat down and slowly unbuttoned the shirt. When she unfastened the last button and opened the long shirt, I couldn’t believe what I saw. Or, rather, what I didn’t see.

I had been after Dana for years to shave her cunt for me. There I was, taking in the beautiful sight of her cunt completely void of any of its blonde curls.... Read More